Northstar Vale Red-mob, we insects hide

After a few moments of stunned silence, Mae began to stretch out all her battered limbs. Ughhhh, She leaned back, letting her head flop into the dirt. Fuuuuuck. At least all of her legs were in working condition. Mae held one stinging paw in the air to inspect the scraped pad, oblivious to the boy who was hunting her.

Then, with another long groan, she rolled over and started to lift herself. Dizziness rushed over her, but she was determined to stand — and did so, albeit unsteadily.